Title: People Talk, Alot 1/?

Author: Lauren Michelle

Pairing: Callie/Arizona

Rating: PG, for this one at least

Summary: Before the kiss at Joe's and how Arizona got ahold of all of this, "talk."

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, the show, or anything related to the show. I don't make any money, from this or otherwise, and simply am writing for my enjoyment.

This is my first fanfiction since I was fifteen, so feel free to hand me some critisism. I'm also a very new fan, so I hope to improve soon! I have no beta, so all the mistakes are my own. I just figured I'd take a stab at it, though it's a bit short. Enjoy!

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Bailey had left, and the case was barely a success. Jackson had fought hard, and a weight had lifted off of Arizona's shoulders. Calming her breathing, she brought her eye level up and began towards the on-call room.

She knew she should suck it up and go home, but there were so many memories there, so many pains that animated themselves throughout the apartment. She knew she should face them, but she just wasn't ready yet.

The door now in sight, her peripherals picked up something unexpected, someone new. Her instinct instantly changed her course and prompted her to duck into a patient's doorway. After a moment of stillness, her mind coursed with how ridiculous this was and she peeked out to the left.

"Who is that?" she whispered, in half awe and half puzzlement.

A dark-haired women was leaning back onto the nurse's station as she talked to Dr. Sloan.

"So, you're dating children now?" Callie questioned with a smirk.

"Can we please drop this?"

"No, no, the little Grey has been following me around ready to explode, all day. Until you give her a sucker to either appease her nervous eating, or a metaphorical one that'll free her from this little secret." she pauses with narrowed eyes and leans in. "I'm not gonna drop it."

Arizona found herself leaning out of the doorway trying to figure out what was being said, mesmerized by the seemingly Latina female now walking away from the nurse's station and down the far hall.

"Can I help you Dr. Robbins?"

Almost releasing her heelys from jumping so high, the blonde turned to see an expectant looking Dr. Bailey. Not able to form words, Arizona simply put on a big grin and situated herself.

'Dr. Robbins?" Bailey then shifted her eyes beyond the blonde peds surgeon and on to the back of an exiting Dr. Torres.

"Ah. Never mind." Bailey issued her statement with a partial eye roll.

"What? Um.." Arizona fidgeted and traced back Baileys gaze to tanned woman in the hall who had stopped to talk to another resident. Her gaze immediately came back to a now, on the move Bailey.

"Don't even think about asking, it's none of my business."

"But wait! Wait." Arizona composed herself, straightening her shoulders. "I just-" her confidence returning, "I thought.. I recognized her?" and then it crashed.

"Mmm Hmm." the frank woman continued forward. "If you're curious about Dr. Torres, you should take that up with her."

"Dr. Torres..." the blonde whispered to herself. The smile deepened in her expression as the surgeon relaxed out in to the hall as she glanced back at the attractive doctor down the hall.

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After another surgery, Callie decided that some actual sleep was in order. After tapping the on-call room door handle to make sure that she could get in this time, she tregded through the door yawning and picked a bunk.

Settling into the mattress Torres turned away from the wall only to find an arm hanging loosely above her. Callie's last conscious thought centered in on it's slenderness until sleep claimed her.

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A beeper interrupted the serenity of darkness and brought Arizona Robbins back into consciousness. Wiping her eyes of sleep, she slid off of the bunk with a slight tingle in her arm. The blonde rubbed the blood back in softly as she made it over to the door, only to turn back towards the beds to retrieve her, still alarming, beeper. After retrieving the piece of plastic, her eyes fell down to press the button, only to focus in on who she believed to be a softly-sleeping Dr. Torres.

Arizona let a small smile cross her face as she turned back towards the door and exited the quiet room.

While the blonde surgeon made her rounds to see how Dr. Kennley's former patients were fairing, she let her mind drift back to the sleeping figure and her good luck to catch a glance at her twice that day. Part of her chastised herself at the same time, for thinking about someone she had yet to know, and may never know. Following the chastising came the inquery about why Dr. Bailey had fully accepted her being caught in the act of looking after this "Dr. Torres." More thought then--

"Okay, this has got to stop." She thought while shaking her head. She was a professional, and at this moment she was at work, being a professional. " This was not a club, this was not a sports game, you did not come here today to oogle some gorgeous, curvy, dark haired..... Enough!" The thought ended so strongly that it errupted from her mouth and caused a floundering intern to look nervously at her while clutching at his clip board.

Arizona looked quickly at him and could only muster a "Enough... standing around! Go save someone already!" "

Yeh, real nice save Arizona."

The intern simply turned quickly and exited as if she had threatened him with a scalpel and a teddy bear, all at the same time.

"This might be harder than I thought."

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That's part one for now, hope you enjoyed!